Resurgence : Fate | Enhypen

Chapter 1: When The World Falls

Sunoo's POV

The first faint tendrils of daylight seep through my bedroom curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I reluctantly stir, aware that another day is about to begin. This is how it always starts, with the world outside my window still shrouded in sleep, blissfully unaware of the troubles that await me.

As I groggily pull myself out of bed, I hear the all-too-familiar footsteps approaching my room. My heart sinks as the door swings open, and there stands my father, a stern expression etched on his face. He doesn't even need to say a word, I can already sense the impending storm in his eyes.

"Sunoo," he begins, his voice dripping with frustration, "You're going to be late again! You're such a lazy fuck. Just a disappointment."

I offer a feeble apology, my gaze fixed on the floor, knowing that any defense is futile. My dad's morning scoldings are a ritual, as predictable as the sunrise. Yet, today is different, as it always is, because my mother intervenes.

She enters the room with a warm smile, her presence like a ray of sunshine in the gloomy morning. "Don't worry, Sunoo," she says, her voice gentle and reassuring. "You're doing your best, and that's all that matters. Ignore your dad, you'll get there in your own time."

Her words are a lifeline, a reminder that there's someone who believes in me. I nod, grateful for her unwavering support. I managed a weak smile, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Mom."

With a loving pat on the shoulder, she leaves the room.

After a quick breakfast, I rushed to get dressed. I could hear the clock ticking, counting down the minutes until the school bell would ring. Grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder, I rushed to the door.

Before I know it, I'm on my bicycle, pedaling my way through the quiet streets of our neighborhood. The crisp morning air fills my lungs, and I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope, as if today might be different from the rest.

As I round a corner, my eyes widen at the scene before me, a mangled car, smoke rising from the wreckage. A group of people has gathered, their expressions a mixture of shock and concern. Without thinking, I dismount my bicycle and join the onlookers, trying to make sense of the chaos.

The twisted metal and shattered glass tell a harrowing tale of a violent collision. I see a woman, bloodied but conscious, being helped out of the wreckage by a stranger. The air is thick with the acrid smell of gasoline, and sirens wail in the distance.

My heart races as I watch the drama unfold. It's a stark reminder of the unpredictability of life, how a simple turn of events can plunge you into chaos. With a shiver, I mount my bicycle once more and continue on my way to school.

Once I finally arrived, I locked up my bike and headed to my first class. That's when I spotted Chaewon, my best friend since forever, waiting by the lockers. She gave me a knowing look and a sly grin.

"You're cutting it pretty close, Sunoo," Chaewon teased.

I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "You know how it is. Mornings are just not my thing."

We walked to our first class together, chatting about everything and nothing. Chaewon had a way of making even the most mundane topics interesting. She was the kind of friend who could brighten up even the gloomiest of days.

As the day went on, we navigated through our classes, making sarcastic comments about the teachers and sharing our plans for the weekend. Chaewon was always the one to make me laugh, even when I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders.